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The fog off the bay was so thick that I was tempted to open a window and try to carve off a piece to spread on my fifty cent bagel that was more fit to be seagull bait than it was my lunch, but that was life in San Francisco. The fog played hell with honest businessfolk trying to make it back to their offices, with police detectives staking out the lowlifes who infested the city and ate away at it like the rot on the wall of my apartment, and all around made life a nuisance for anyone with anything important to do.